A Summer's Job (1D)

1:"Come Home"

Christina's POV

It was mid afternoon, and I walked around town, the sun hitting my safe. Summer is finally arriving. Even though weather is like this all through the year. I live in Hollywood, California. The land of the famous.

My mom, Lauren Layford, is a famous international TV host. Everyone loves her. But I don't like that. I want to be the only one who loves her. But I rarely see her, what with all the interviews. Also, I may or may not have a bit if fame as well.

Everyone sees me as "Lauren Layford's beautiful daughter." However, I want to be known as "Christina." I want to be just an average girl, but of course, I can't have that. It gets really annoying when people come up to you and gush over how famous your mother is.

I don't have many friends as well. I only have one best friend, Lana, but she moved all the way to New York to go to college. She gets to live her dream. I'm jealous.

My dream was to go to London University and major in art. Yep, I'm an art geek. I love to draw, paint, you name it. That was my plan, until my mother came along. You see, I'm a great singer apparently. I was just singing in the shower, when my mom heard me. Now she's making me become a major superstar, after summer ends. I think she said something like, "You can mention me when you get your first Grammy."

It's going to be after summer, because MY MOM WANTS ME TO WORK IN HER OFFICE. That's the part I'm really pissed about. All summer long, I have to work. No, I don't mind some hard labor, but I just want time to go out and exercise, or go on vacation like a normal family.

I walked into Starbucks, where I usually get some piece and quiet. I put in my order, the usual mocha latte, and hung out with a close friend who works here, Jim. He smiled brightly at me. He's my age, and is really cute. But I don't have any feelings for him.

"So how are you?" he asked as I leaned over the table.

"Eh, I could be better." I sighed, brushing my blonde hair out of my face.

"The fame getting to ya?" he chuckled lightly.

"I've been through this fame for the past 18 years. It's always gotten to me." I replied.

"Well, there has to be some sort of bright side to your life." he pointed out.

"Easy for you to say. Your mom isn't a famous superstar and people don't come up to you constantly and ask for an autograph." I said.

"You know, some people would die to be in your spot." he raised his eyebrow.

"Well then, they're stupid. And, they get to live their dream, the one that they want." I rolled my eyes.

Suddenly my phone started ringing. I took it out to see that it was my mom. Surprise she had enough time. I answered it. "Hello?"

"Christina? Darling, I would like you to come home right away." she cut to the chase. No "How are you sweetheart?" as you can see.

"Is there something wrong?" I started to get into panic mode.

"No, not at all. But I'd like you home, I'll tell you once you get there." she said.

"Alright. See you then." I sighed and hung up.

I turned to Jim, who had a concerned look on his face. "What happened?"

"It was my mom. She wants me to come home right now." I told him and started getting out my money.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. I just have to go home." I shrug as he hands me my latte.

I paid him and made my way to the door. As I was leaving, Jim's voice called my name. "Christina!"

"Yes?" I turned to see what he wants.

"Have a great summer." he smiled.

I nodded and whispered, "I'll try," as I stepped outside.

It was my last day of freedom. Tomorrow, I'd be starting work. Last week, I graduated high school. You will not believe how many Paparazzi came just to see "Layford's daughter graduate." My mom even came, which really surprised me.

Well, my mom does love me. She cares about me. She just doesn't understand my position as her daughter. It's just so difficult for me, not getting to do what I originally plan.

I finally arrived home, if I can call it "home." It's a huge mansion, the lawn nice and neat. It has three floors, and about twelve bedrooms. Yes, I'm being realistic here. But it just doesn't hold comfort or coziness. It makes me feel like a spoiled snob. So I don't take things for granted there.

I pressed the buzzer to let me in, one of the things I really hate about this house. I have to 'buzz' in so I can get to my own home. Yeah I know it's for security reasons but seriously mom, if you want security, get a smaller ordinary house please. But the only thing getting in the way of that is that she loves luxury.

I was let in, and I made my way through the long path and to the door. I took my keys out and opened it, coming inside. My mom was sitting on the couch patiently, watching one of her old episodes. Of course.

"Hey mom." I greeted as I plopped myself next to her.

"Hello Christina," she spoke, "so I bet you're wondering what I wanted to talk about."

Not really. "Yes."

"Well, you know how your summer job starts tomorrow?" she reminded me.

This got me excited. Maybe she's going to say that I don't need to do it, and that I can live my life as a normal teenager. "Yes."

It was too good to be true. "Well, you are getting your own office, and you will be assisting a celebrity."

What?! I have to devote my summer into becoming a slave for some snobby celebrity? That's even worse than I thought! Someone kill me now. But I was curious. "What celebrity?"

"Well, I should 'celebrities'. And they will need your full attention 24/7. You will meet them tomorrow." she informed me.

Ugh, there's more than one? I have to handle more? "Err how many of them are they?"

"They are five boys." she smiled. Oh no, that's way worse if they're males. Not that I'm sexist, but they are really immature. Hopefully they're cute.

"So they're in a band? What's the band called?" I asked, needing more information.

"One Direction." she answered, and that made me not so happy.

Actually, I was quite pissed. You want to know why?

I absolutely loathe One Direction.

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